I enter Jug Handle State Park and am almost immediately greeted by the handsome twinberry, aptly named because it usually blooms and fruits in sets of two. The flowers are not quite conjoined, yet share a bond of closeness.
Next, I greet the wild currant, its flowers hiding under the umbrella of emerald leaves. Is it shy, or trying to hide its stash from the wrong pollinator?
I emerge from a wooded area into an open field overlooking the Pacific.
The tide is low, beckoning me to climb down and explore. But I know better than to heed this siren’s call. It is much too dangerous to traverse those slippery rocks.
There is plenty to see above the sea, on the headlands. Yellow flowers crowd cheerfully around the base of a lone cypress.
This particular tree has a low branch that serves as a perfect bench. I take a selfie there every year to record any changes in the tree or in myself.
The field is replete with striking blossoms from daisies to Mendocino paintbrush.
Footsteps of Spring remind me to tread lightly because so many of these plants are rare.
I can barely go forward without having to stop and photograph a beautiful bud. This is one of the many reasons I walk alone — so I don’t irritate my companions who may want to walk briskly.
There are few walks where I am not distracted by the marvelous gifts of creation.
I am often crouched down with my nose practically touching the flora, in danger of keeling forward with my intensity of focus.
This is why I rarely take photographs on the very edge of a cliff.
I’ve looped around now, ready to make my way back to the car.
But not before I notice a spectacular, though tiny, butterfly, the green hairstreak. Will she allow me to take her picture? When I do, I feel as though she’s looking right at me. In her eye I also see the eye of God. Creation has a way of doing that.
Photos © Sondra Sula.
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